#im wrecked

[becomingmina]

GODDDAMNNN 🥵🥵

credits to @havenlix_ on TikTok 🩵

[tinyrobotic]

You ever have something ur so wildly and urgently obsessed with that watching a video or reading about it simply not enough

I need to like physically merge with this media product or have it injected into my veins or something

[bugboygenius]

for those of you that have crossfade turned on on spotify, put letter to an old poet after happy to be here. yeah.

[chronic-monachopsis]

walking home with the bestie, tummy full of whiskey and donut and we say to ourselves.. haha lets detour through the park at 12 at night haha! We Are So Silly! and so we do. and as we walk closer .. we notice.. a big cloud... oh but thats not a big cloud... that's smoke.. and oh no oh god the park is on fire?? The park is on fire. the swing set is rapidly melting into a pile of viscious goo. And we are mesemerised. Watching the goo and the flames. but then we realise we should probably ring someone. so we ring An Garda Síochána and take a BeReal while we wait. and isnt life beautiful. isnt friendship amazing. love is like a swing set on fire. God bless.

[vicku]

Btw I'm changing my good omens playlist name from "Good Dads" to "Divorced dads"

[rinwhore]

i just saw izana and kaku edit and now i struggle to do my tasks today i can't function properly

[noblehcart]

DRABBLE: ancient history @pcachdrunk tagging u bc thIS is ur fault

He has seen hundreds of faces since he's last seen hers. Hers framed with golden brown hair with a tiara sitting proudly amongst the pinned curls, glittering above a crimson gown bearing the Romanov crest. It will always hers that he remembers clearly. Its her eyes that he remembers when he returned to Leningrad to turn in his report to Gorlinsky. Those eyes that asked him 'what will you tell them?' and he knew he wouldn't tell them a damn thing other than '-i was not my father's son after all.'.

Its those eyes that woke him the night after he turned in his report. His thin rough sheets soaked in sweat and he knew. He had to run. He had to defect. A knapsack with precious few valuables and money were all he left with that night in the dark towards an unknown future in an unknown country.

He never imagined he'd see her again some eleven odd years later. She in a nurse's uniform that dredged up old memories of seeing the late tsarina and her eldest daughters in uniforms similar to those during the great war. The first war. He was stationed in the area and headed to the nearest makeshift hospital in the region to check on his men that had been delivered there for treatment. He wasn't supposed to see her again. It felt like it would break some thin fragile piece of glass that was their reality. He had let her go. He knew that in letting go, in the setting free was the acceptance that he'd never see her again. That was part of his punishment. Part of his amends for his actions and that of his father's.

Yet there she stood on the sidewalk adjusting her coat as he crossed the street and paused in the center not daring to take a step closer though the pull in his chest wanted him to break the distance in two easy strides. She had changed, but so had he. Their youth had been ripped from them over the years by time and the war, but she was still beautiful and fair. And those clear blue eyes that haunted him lifted from fixing her coat to meet his eyes.

He remained still on the road that remained thankfully empty at the moment as the close of day weighed in.

"its good to see you again, anastasia." he manages out mustering a tired smile just for her. he can't remember when he smiled last. perhaps it was before this war. or before the one before that. he felt every inch of his forty-one years looking at her now. all he can manage otherwise is a hand extended forward. an open means of showing no harm if the exhaustion on rough features and new uniform don't say otherwise. the same hand he extended to her when they parted ways last those many years ago. long life, comrade. he had said. he had said his goodbyes knowing he'd never see her again.

-still....still he doesn't expect her.

he supposes he never really did. especially now as a soft cry escapes her lips and she crosses the street, her hand brushing away his before her arms wrap around him. suddenly there she is in his arms and he's crying. he didn't expect that either. he didn't expect the salty taste on his lips from his own tears as he holds her close against him hugging the woman who had in a way liberated him in a way he never could for her.

"you're alive." she says and he laughs in a way he thought he forgot how. they pull away slightly though her hands are still holding onto his arms as though he were the one at risk of running away.

"i am." barely, but he was. "you have no idea how good it is to see you."

"i can't believe you're here. i thought-" her voice cracks for a moment and he knows what she thought. that he had died. had been executed on government orders. she had every right to think it. every right to hope for it too after their history. yet here she was with tears shining in beautiful eyes in relief that it hadn't happened.

"i defected shortly after i came back. i knew-" he knew what would come for him on swift winds and unshakeable orders. he fled with nothing, but everything in his heart. "you don't know what its done for my heart to see you again, anastasia."

"-anya." she smiled tilting her head up at him as her golden-brown hair shimmered in the setting sun light. "just anya now. i know who i am and it doesn't change the girl i was for all those years i didn't know."

"i understand." it was ironic really. the inverse of it all. he knew who he was, but yet he didn't know who he, the man, was on his own without his family's name and burden. knowing your family gives you understanding, clarity to aspects of yourself and what shaped you but in the end what truly mattered were your own choices. your decisions and paths. that was who you were. the girl he saw last was much like the woman before him. radiant. confident. born to survive in the worst of times. like now. their world was plunged into a war that had set them on a path to meeting. he a soldier once again and she a nurse. however the children they were are now long gone and all that are left are the weary adults carrying on alone....but she wasn't alone.

"and your young man?" because that was what dmitry sudayev was to him. a young conman trying to find an easier life. he had caught a glimpse at the ballet of how they looked at each other and how dmitry had looked at her. he made careful steps to avoid any reflective surfaces in fear of seeing the same look in his own eyes that night. still he was relieved to see her eyes never waver and her smile not falter for a moment as she showed him a simple band and spoke again warmly. "we got married as soon as we could."

he smiled with a nod. "congratulations then."

a look crossed her features that he didn't quite recognize. it was thoughtful, considerate and debating though that flicker of impetuousness was still there as though the silent war in her mind said to damn the risks. her hands squeezed his arm firmly as those blue eyes searched his then asked him a question. "come to dinner. meet my children."

somehow it was a surprised yet delighted laugh that sounded from him as her hands released him and he ran a hand through his hair. "children? that's wonderful. how many?"

"three, actually." was the warm chirp while he marveled at how happy she seemed despite the obvious tiredness and exhaustion on her shoulders. "two girls and a boy."

he could already picture a child with her eyes. his boot scuffed the street for a moment as he considered the offer before looking to her again concernedly though hopeful.

"will your husband mind? i don't want to-" he gestures emphatically where words fail him. because he doesn't want a scene. he doesn't want to scare the children. he's done with being the nightmare in other's stories. leaving russia was his attempt of shaking off the shadows of his past and starting a new though terrifying as it was. some nights he still thought he saw the bloodstains left on him by his father.

but he let out a shaky sigh as she took his hand again with that determined look. brows set and eyes shimmering while a half smile teased at a smirk. "he will have to get over it. i decide who comes to dinner. besides the children will be excited to actually get meet you."

at that her arm loops with his to drag him down the street as the words settle in his mind.

"you've told them about me?" his words dry and hoarse, now fearful of what might have been said. he knew what he'd say of himself. she had every right to paint him the villain. what he knew now wasn't what he knew then. following orders weren't always the right thing to do. following orders were a poor man's excuse at relieving guilt and responsibility.

again she stopped as a puzzled look crossed her features before she smiled at him again and his heart stopped as she spoke. "of course i did. you saved me. that's what you were always trying to do and you let me go, gleb. at great risk for you. you risked everything. for me. i told them about the good in people and that you're one of the few who proved it."

he wasn't a crier and yet he found himself tearing up again as he tried to swallow it back at hearing those words. "i just wanted you safe. and happy."

and she said the words that eased every tightness in his chest. it chased away the darkness that he carried within him and let light flood in again that he didn't think he could have anymore. "i am."

[megamindsecretlair]

Alfie and Nicole presented at an NAACP awards once I think! They looked great standing next to each other

What! Really. To the innanet I go 🔥🥵

They really do look cute standing next to each other. I'm sick 😩😩😩😩

Goodbye, i won't think of anything else tonight but them 😩😩😩😩😩

[monachopism]

between will trent 2x10 and 911 7x09 it sure has been a week for tragedies huh.

[c0nsumemy5oul]

Bestie, I'm not Fine™️. I read a fic that emotionally broke me and ruined my life (I love it so much)

[cubbyhole-for-flea-bee]

Macaque spent the whole season Big-Damn-Hero-ing and was NOT happy about it xD

[always-enchanted]

Not me bawling by the end. Peter had me in tears already but to end on The Manuscript..

[shushmal]

Let it be known that Steve has zero problem with Eddie. Like, negative problems. So little problem that it kinda turns itself inside out and becomes a DIFFERENT problem. But, not like, a problem problem. Just a teeny tiny little maybe issue. Maybe. Whatever.

Anyways, Eddie's a hugger.

And, like Steve said, it's not a problem. Except that it kind of is.

"Oh, dude," Robin had said when he'd told her as much, and stared at him with this incredibly pained look in her eyes. "You have so many issues." And after that, he gets daily a Robin hug.

Which is great. But doesn't solve his not-problem with Eddie hugs.

Well, in a way, it does. Regular Robin hugs means that Steve isn't freezing up and freaking out when he gets an Eddie hug. Steve's really glad for that, because he'd been terrified that he was going to make Eddie think that Steve hated the Eddie hugs.

Which would be awful, because Steve kinda sorta maybe absolutely would-die-for the Eddie hugs. Steve loves the Eddie hugs, okay? Eddie should be hugging Steve all the time, actually.

He does, too. It's kind of awesome. Steve waives a late fee? Eddie's clamoring over the counter to hug him. Steve picks up the nerds from their nerd jail game? Eddie's half way through his window, hugging Steve's head. Steve brought pizza to movie night? Eddie gets his arms around Steve's waist and sighs happily into Steve's neck. It's pretty great.

It's the best thing ever.

And Steve knows logically that he's not special. Eddie's usually draped over someone for extended periods of time until he get's swatted off. He hugs everyone. Steve's not special. He does have to tell himself that a lot.

"Oh, dingus," Robin had sighed when he'd told her as much. Her look this time was a lot less pained and more exasperated. "So many issues." And he was rewarded with two Robin hugs that day.

Anyways, Steve has to remind himself all the time that he's not special. So it comes as a little tiny sorta maybe surprise when Eddie one night wraps Steve in his arms, sighing all happy and contented like he usually does, and says, "You're my favorite, Harrington. You give the best hugs."

And then he presses a kiss to Steve's cheek.

And a lot of things go through Steve's head in that moment. He doesn't have a clue what any of it is, but it all scrolls by like the Star Wars intro on too much sugar and too hard to read. Still, he arrives at the correct conclusion anyways.

"Oh," Steve says, before Eddie's lips have really left his cheek. "I'm in love with you."

Eddie reels back, his hands still on Steve's shoulders, big brown eyes now bigger than ever. Steve watches as his face goes pink, and pinker, and then bright red.

"Huh?!" It's a really ugly sound that Eddie makes, and Steve bites his lip to keep from laughing. It's cute.

"Yeah," Steve says. "I'm in love with you."

"... What?!"

[squirmey-worm]

Sorry to anyone who follows me tonight I am inconsolable! I think it's mostly porn bots tho anyway

[nidbaesenpai]

More ISAT doodles, i'm currently doing a play through with friends right now and finished act 2 a bit ago. I'm not sure what counts as spoilers since the game is still relatively new and gaining popularity so i'll tag for each act.

[hinamie]

itafushi nation how r we Feeling!!!!!!!!!!!